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My Spouse Has Gone
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By Michael P. Johnson
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† My spouse has gone

Disturbed in bed again I wake

The truth is close at hand

In tears my head begins to shake

How many understand?

Iíd turned to call my spouseís name

But then I had to weep

The pillow there was just the same

As when I went to sleep

Iíd sought my love to touch again

My hand began to slide

But then oh God the aching pain

The emptiness inside

Another day just like before

Desolate cold and bare

I raised my eyes towards the door

Where last; my love was there

How sad each time Iíd cook a meal

Then eat it on my own

Oh God You know just how I feel

To sit here all alone

Oh why my God had we to part?

How deep is my despair?

Please heal Your servantís broken heart

Whilst here I kneel in prayer

Yet still I bless Your holy name

Although my loveís at rest

I know my God Youíre not to blame

For You alone know best

I know my prayer has reached Your throne

I know You watch above

I know in You Iím not alone

I thank You for Your love.....

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Submitted: Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Last Updated: Saturday, September 8, 2012

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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